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 Greece 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.