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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.