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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Nico,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.