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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.