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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.