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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
ABC,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.