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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.