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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.