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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.