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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.