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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.