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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.