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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.