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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.