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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.