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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.