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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.