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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Wire,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.