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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.