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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.