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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.