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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.