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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.