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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.