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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.