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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
CMW,
New Order,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Crime,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.