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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Wire,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.