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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.