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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Brick,
Faust,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.