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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.