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 Austria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.