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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.