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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.