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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.