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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
New Order,
UT,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.