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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.