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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.