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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.