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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.