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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.