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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.