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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.