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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s 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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
PIL,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.