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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.