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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Association 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.