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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.