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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.