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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.