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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.