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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.