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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.