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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.