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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.