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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.