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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.