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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Names,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.