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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.