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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.