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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.