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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.