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 Chile and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Slave,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.