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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.