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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.