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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Faust,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.