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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.