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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.