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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Wake,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Monolake,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.