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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.