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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.