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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.