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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.