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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.