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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.