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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.