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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.