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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.