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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.