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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.