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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.