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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gong to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.