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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.