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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
New Order,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.