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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.