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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Martian,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.