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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.