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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.