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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.