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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.