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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.