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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.