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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Zeros 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.