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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.