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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.