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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.