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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.