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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
New Order,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.