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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.