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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.