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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.