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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.