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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.