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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Visage,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.