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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.