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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.