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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.