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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.