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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.