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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
PIL,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.