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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.