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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
MC5,
Technova,
Television,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.