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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Faust,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Skaos,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
the Swans,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.