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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.