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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.