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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.