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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.