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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.