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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.