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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.