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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.