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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.