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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Litter,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.