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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.