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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Smog,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
10cc,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.