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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.