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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Technova 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.