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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.