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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.