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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.