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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.