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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.