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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.