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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.