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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.