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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Doors,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.