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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.