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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.