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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.