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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.