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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.