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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Wings,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.