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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.