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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.