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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.