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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.