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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.