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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.