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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.