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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.