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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.