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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.