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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.