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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.