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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.