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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Oneida 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.