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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.