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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.