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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.