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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.