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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.