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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.