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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Index,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.