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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.