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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.