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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Television,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Names,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.