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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.