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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.