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 Chad and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.