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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
cv313,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.