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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Black Flag 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
10cc,
JFA,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.