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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Skaos,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.