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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.