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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.