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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Erasure,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.