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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.