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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Wire,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.