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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.