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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.