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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.