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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.