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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.