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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.