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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.