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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.