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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
ABC,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.