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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.