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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.