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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.