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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.