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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Minutemen,
Q65,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.