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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
10cc,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.