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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.