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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.