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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Can,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.