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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.