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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
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Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Kayak,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.