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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
DNA,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.