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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.