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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.