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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.