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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.