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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.