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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Magma to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.