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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Names,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.