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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.