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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.