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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.