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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.