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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Offenders 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.