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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.