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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Index,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.