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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.