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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.