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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.