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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.