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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.