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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.