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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.