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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.