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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.