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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.