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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.