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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.