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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.