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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Fear,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.