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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.