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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Q65,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.