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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Nico,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.