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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.