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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.