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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.