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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.