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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.