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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.