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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Move,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.