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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.