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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.