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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.