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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.