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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.