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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.