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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Nico,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.