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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Swans,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.