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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.