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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.