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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Magma,
Flipper,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.