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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.