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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.