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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.