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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.