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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.