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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.