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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Japan,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.