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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.