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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.