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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Fear,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.