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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Franke,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.