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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.