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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.