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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.