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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.