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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.