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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.