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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.