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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
X-101,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.