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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.