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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.