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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.