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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.