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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.