Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
The Human League,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.