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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.