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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
10cc,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.