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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 June Days to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.