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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.