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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Interpol,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.