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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.