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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.