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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.