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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.