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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.