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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Techniques,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.