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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.