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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.