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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
ABC,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.