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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.