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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Gong,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Rekid,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.