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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.