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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.