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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.