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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.