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 United States and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Suicide,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.