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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.