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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.