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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.