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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.