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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Moebius,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.