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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.