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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.