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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.