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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.