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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.