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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.