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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.