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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.