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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.