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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.