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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.