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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.