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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.