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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Can,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.