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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.