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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.