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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.