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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Brick,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.