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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Kayak,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.