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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.