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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.