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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.