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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.