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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.