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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.