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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.