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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.