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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.