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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.