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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Maurizio,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.