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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
UT,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.