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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.