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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.