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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.