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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.