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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.