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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.