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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.