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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.