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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.