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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.