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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Smog,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.