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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.