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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Q65,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.