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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Q65,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.