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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.