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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.