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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.