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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
UT,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.