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 Senegal and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.