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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Television,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.