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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Q65,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.