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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.