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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.