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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.