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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.