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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.