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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.