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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.