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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.