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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Pole,
the Normal,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Cure,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.