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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Move,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.