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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.