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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.