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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Portland and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.