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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.