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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.