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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 E-Dancer 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.