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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Smog,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.