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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.