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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.