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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.