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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.