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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.