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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Television,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.