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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.