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 Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.