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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.