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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.