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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.