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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Excepter,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.