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 Germany 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.