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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.