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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.