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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.