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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.