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 United States and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.