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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.