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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.