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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.