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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.