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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.