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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
cv313,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Shoche,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Television,
The Leaves,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.