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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.