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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.