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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
CMW,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.