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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.