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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.