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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.