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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.