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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.