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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
DNA,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.