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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.