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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.