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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.