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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.