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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.