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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.