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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.