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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.