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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.