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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.