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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.