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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.