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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.