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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.