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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
ABC,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.