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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Fear,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.