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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
CMW,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.