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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Names,
Interpol,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.