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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.