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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.