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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.