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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Index,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.