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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.