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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.