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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.