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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.