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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.