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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.