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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.