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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.