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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.