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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.