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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Audionom to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.