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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.