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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.