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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.