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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.