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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.