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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
UT,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.