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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.