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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.