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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Lyres,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
MC5,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.