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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.