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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Index,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.