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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.