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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.