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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.