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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.