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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Motorama,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.