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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.