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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.