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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
CMW,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.