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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.