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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.