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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.