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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.