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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.