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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.