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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.