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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.