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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.