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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Vogues,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.