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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.