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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Brick,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.