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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.