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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.