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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Fear,
Ituana,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.