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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.