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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.