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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.