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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.