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 Chile and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.