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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.