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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.