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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.