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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.