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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.