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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.