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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.