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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.