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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.