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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.