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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.