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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.