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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.