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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.