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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
The Index,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
New Order,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.