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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.