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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.