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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.