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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.