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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.