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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.