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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.