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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.