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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.