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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.