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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Index,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.