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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.