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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 PIL to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Move,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.