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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.