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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.