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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.