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 Niger 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.