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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.