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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
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.