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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Raincoats to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.