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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.