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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.