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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.