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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
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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.