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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.