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 Korea North and from London.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.