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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.